Yeah, I made it... I'm up...
Got up on my own, too.
No alarm clock, no "Eric givin' me a holler on the radio" (which he leaves on the headboard for that reason), no nuttin'.
But, oooh did I hafta pee.
*giggle* Musta ingested quite a bit-a liquid somewhere along the line.
*ding- halo appears (to go with the innocent, wide-eyed look on my face)* Been up for about an hour.
One cuppa coffee down, ten pots to go and my coveralls, which I washed last night, are in the dryer. I seem to have finished the dishes.
Didn't get to much else, though. I was, however, thoughtful enough to make a pot of coffee and park it in the Harley-thing, so that was nice.
Just shoulda made sure I didn't overfill it. If there's too much coffee in it and it's pooled around the top, it makes it so it doesn't seal quite right and thusly, allows the coffee to not be as hot as it starts out.
But, shit...
Coffee's coffee and that's why God invented microwaves, right? Aaaanyway... Gotta go fork poop soon. Then, when I'm done... gotta fork MORE poopage. Then, when I'm done THAT, there's some (metaphorical) "shit" I need to do something with around here.
Hey... maybe a pitchfork would help....
There's a skidsteer on that farm, too.... hmmmm.
God, how much more fun would houseshit be if we could use cool toys like that to do it?
Waaaay much more, that's how much. So, in conclusion... *snerk* ... it IS entirely possible to consume copious amounts of Strawberry Quik With A Kick and still function independently in the morning.
So far, anyway... Type atcha's later.... Peace Oh... P.S....
I went and bought that Michael McDonald CD they're advertising on TV yesterday. I, uh... kinda could, you know... use at least one of the three cards they want ya to buy to get the CD so cheap, soooo... I did it.
Gotta tell ya... the best song on it is the one in the commercial.
Of course, I'm not a huge fan of Christmas carols in the first place, but, shit... the CD is worth having just to be able to see Mike's utterly beautiful blue eyes.
The back cover shot of him is amazing.
He is GORGEOUS.
He was gorgeous when he was a Doobie Brother and he still is....
I wish he had done alla the songs "differently", though... like he did that one.
"Deck the Halls/Jingle Bells" kicks ass.
The rest of it just kinda lays there.
Hence, the studying of the CD case, for me...
But, anyway... Beautiful eyes and I have the card(s) I wanted... *grin*
Comments
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What in the fuck are you talking about?
Posted by: Catfish at December 20, 2005 11:20 AM (gk/0g)
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lmao....
What?
Which "what" do ya mean?
In order, I'm talking about:
Waking up, without a hangover, in time to get ready for work, without having to be woken up by someone/thing else.
Seeing the results of drinking a loooot of Tequila Rose last night.... had to pee like a race horse, I did do the dishes and I even managed to make a pot of coffee for this morning.
Then, I dicsuss my Harley Davidson "Airpot" coffee carafe/keeper. I call it "the Harley thing" for short... After you make coffee, to keep it from getting burned, old and icky sitting in the coffeepot, you pour it into this "airpot", put the pump thing in it, close the lid and push on the handle on the top to make the coffee come out. It's pretty cool. I've had it for years...
Then, I go on to poop forkin'... my way of describing my job. (I work on a HORSE farm. Horses... shit... get it?)
After I fork shit on the horse farm where I work, I go do it some more on the farm where my horses are.
Then, I hafta be here, cleaning the house, which, in my opinion, would be easier and way much more fum to do if I could use a skidsteer or skid loader, some people call 'em. I am good on a skid loader. I can damned near do ballet with those things...
Then, thinking I was done (silly me) I concluded that ya can too get shitfaced on Tequila and make it to work, a fact that escapes one of the Mess'icans who "works" here...
THEN, I remembered to mention that Michael McDonald CD that Hallmark is pushin' to get ya to buy cards... Buy three cards, get the CD for about 7 bucks. Which... I did.
Only thing is, the only good song is the one in the commercial.
So, if it weren't for the utterly gorgeous picture of the guy on the back cover, it'd be a bust buying the CD... except I needed a card anyway.
And... he was a Doobie Brother wasn't he?
So...
Did I 'splain the right thing?
(Still laughing at "What the fuck are you talking about?" As if I have any idea, usually...)
(I love you, Cat... *slithers bonelessly out of chair, laughing*)
What?
Which "what" do ya mean?
In order, I'm talking about:
Waking up, without a hangover, in time to get ready for work, without having to be woken up by someone/thing else.
Seeing the results of drinking a loooot of Tequila Rose last night.... had to pee like a race horse, I did do the dishes and I even managed to make a pot of coffee for this morning.
Then, I dicsuss my Harley Davidson "Airpot" coffee carafe/keeper. I call it "the Harley thing" for short... After you make coffee, to keep it from getting burned, old and icky sitting in the coffeepot, you pour it into this "airpot", put the pump thing in it, close the lid and push on the handle on the top to make the coffee come out. It's pretty cool. I've had it for years...
Then, I go on to poop forkin'... my way of describing my job. (I work on a HORSE farm. Horses... shit... get it?)
After I fork shit on the horse farm where I work, I go do it some more on the farm where my horses are.
Then, I hafta be here, cleaning the house, which, in my opinion, would be easier and way much more fum to do if I could use a skidsteer or skid loader, some people call 'em. I am good on a skid loader. I can damned near do ballet with those things...
Then, thinking I was done (silly me) I concluded that ya can too get shitfaced on Tequila and make it to work, a fact that escapes one of the Mess'icans who "works" here...
THEN, I remembered to mention that Michael McDonald CD that Hallmark is pushin' to get ya to buy cards... Buy three cards, get the CD for about 7 bucks. Which... I did.
Only thing is, the only good song is the one in the commercial.
So, if it weren't for the utterly gorgeous picture of the guy on the back cover, it'd be a bust buying the CD... except I needed a card anyway.
And... he was a Doobie Brother wasn't he?
So...
Did I 'splain the right thing?
(Still laughing at "What the fuck are you talking about?" As if I have any idea, usually...)
(I love you, Cat... *slithers bonelessly out of chair, laughing*)
Posted by: Stevie at December 20, 2005 11:44 AM (geWQJ)
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"fork poop soon" is comedy GOLD! The repeated double "o"s and the combination plosives of "k" and "p" make it sound highly-larious.
Christmas CDs: Getcher hands on anything the late John Fahey recorded. Guitar soli, guitar duets - just magic.
Christmas CDs: Getcher hands on anything the late John Fahey recorded. Guitar soli, guitar duets - just magic.
Posted by: BlogDog at December 21, 2005 02:34 PM (5KR+Y)
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I have been reading Xfire for a long time. I don't usually leave comments but wanted you to know I think your blog rocks!
Posted by: Tena at December 21, 2005 04:13 PM (ywZa8)
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BlogDog... okay. I'll keep him in mind for next year. (You know, that year we're gonna do it RIGHT. I'll be able to listen to Christmas carols then without wanting to hang myself... I think. *giggle*)
And Tena... thank you. Feel free to blab away, any time.
And Tena... thank you. Feel free to blab away, any time.
Posted by: Stevie at December 21, 2005 08:14 PM (ph5cD)
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